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[forcamelot]

[Arthur's been trudging through the wood for some time, completely unaware that he'd left Camelot's reaches behind with the last river. How many hours had it been, now? In the time he'd spent senselessly attempting to discern direction, the air had grown unfathomably cold; Chill winds now brushed the surrounding forest, fat snow flurries blotting out dour skies.

When he reaches a clearing, he stops.

None of it looked familiar. It should have –the hunting path he'd chosen hadn't changed in the fifty years since it'd been first beaten into the forest– but it didn't.

Pursing his lips, Arthur turns around to look for the path he'd struck on his way into the clearing. To his surprise he sees...nothing. No, worse than nothing– flawless snow. It couldn't have fallen so quickly, and yet...

Shivering, Arthur gathers his cloak tighter about his shoulders.]

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[morganalefey]

[It was not that unusual to Morgana to be a witness to the strangest kinds of dreams. Waking reality sometimes was equally strange... but this place, it felt too real even to be one of her visions. It was too cold, she would be walking barefoot through the snow and then suddenly find herself in the heat of the summer sun. She would round a corner and look back, only to find a wall of tree's had somehow filled in her path. She ran, trying to get out of the maze of forests but only tripped and fell over a root that came out of nowhere, cutting her cheek on a stone when she fell. Landing in snow again amongst the trees, a startled shriek falling from her lips.

Morgana hadn't been wearing her cloak, she hadn't even had on her shoes. She had simply woken in the tree's and that was that. She had to find a way home... but how?]

God. I...